I realized the other day that part of the reason I haven't been updating as often is because damn, I hated my old template. It was all skinny and weird shaped and a 20 word entry took up half a page. So yeah, got rid of that crapola.
I had a seriously fucked up dream last night, one that involved me somehow ending up in a psych ward with invisible barriers that I couldn't cross, even to visit family. The staff thought I had died (even though I was only sleeping), and brought my mom in to identify the body, and I don't know who she identified but it wasn't me. And so I ran down the hallway chasing after her to tell her it was all right, I was still alive and when I finally caught up to her she was just past the barrier and when she and JM saw that I was still alive, they both looked totally disappointed. Then there was some weird shit about my (post-menopausal) mom being pregnant and some escape plan and all of this was punctuated by me waking up in a small panic attack every hour and a half, only to fall back asleep and have the dream pick right back up.
So yeah, that was my night last night. Last time I eat a piece of The Moistest Cake I've Ever Tasted (not) after 8pm. Needless to say, I did pretty much nothing today at work. But don't tell my boss, 'k?
Tomorrow: a real entry, about Big Important Things.
*mwah*
I had a seriously fucked up dream last night, one that involved me somehow ending up in a psych ward with invisible barriers that I couldn't cross, even to visit family. The staff thought I had died (even though I was only sleeping), and brought my mom in to identify the body, and I don't know who she identified but it wasn't me. And so I ran down the hallway chasing after her to tell her it was all right, I was still alive and when I finally caught up to her she was just past the barrier and when she and JM saw that I was still alive, they both looked totally disappointed. Then there was some weird shit about my (post-menopausal) mom being pregnant and some escape plan and all of this was punctuated by me waking up in a small panic attack every hour and a half, only to fall back asleep and have the dream pick right back up.
So yeah, that was my night last night. Last time I eat a piece of The Moistest Cake I've Ever Tasted (not) after 8pm. Needless to say, I did pretty much nothing today at work. But don't tell my boss, 'k?
Tomorrow: a real entry, about Big Important Things.
*mwah*
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